You're gonna hang like Benito from the Esso rafters, Hang like Clara with the skull caved in. Hang like a cross around my neck. You're gonna hang, you're gonna hang. What's the best end you can hope for? Pity fucks and table scraps. Subterfuge and detachment, A bullet in the head and a bullet in the chest. What's the best thing you can hope for? A blindfold and a ball gag. Burned-out eyes, grotesque beauty, A nail through the feet and a nail through the hands.